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 gloomily that "The Globe" would probably come out the next morning with a "beat" on the same subject which would bring her before the city editor for explanations that she could not give and for a possible reprimand that she was in no mood to accept. She took from the boy the package and note he offered her, both of which, she noticed, bore her full name plainly printed on the typewriter. As there was no time to examine them she placed them carelessly on one side of her desk, among a mass of accumulated mail, and returned to her work philosophically determined to make the most of the material she had secured.

Her pen flew steadily over the paper for an hour, and sheet after sheet was added to the pile of "copy" at her right hand, wherein her story was told in the clear, concise fashion for which she was noted. When the last word had been written she glanced at the clock over the night city editor's desk. It was after twelve. There was no sound in the room but the clatter of typewriters, the scratching of the swift pens of her associates, and the shuffling feet of office boys who filed